Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

Zhao Jingwei, who had a better relationship with Qiao Chen, nudged her elbow enviously and flattered her with envious eyes. "Chen Chen, you're so lucky to have a handsome boyfriend like Mr. Fu." Fu Ge was First Middle School's idol. He had been admitted to the Finance Department of Qing University with a total score of 678 in science. It was said that he was even a grassroots figure at Qing University.

Besides having good grades, the key thing was that he came from a rich family background and was even tall and handsome. Which girl wouldn't be envious?

Qiao Chen's cheeks flushed and she pushed her shyly. "Jingwei, don't talk nonsense."

At that time, another classmate who had come with them said loudly, "Chen Chen, will your sister be alright after jumping down?"

Fu Ge had been the proud son of heaven since young and had grown up amidst the praises of people around him, so he didn't take the praises of Qiao Chen's friends to heart. He smiled politely and then asked in confusion, "Who jumped down?"

Only then did he notice the bridge. Many people had gathered around to cheer the people below the bridge, and no one was paying attention to them.

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drag the unconscious child ashore and climbed up with her own strength. Seeing that the rescued child's face was blue and he was unconscious, she knew that he had drunk a lot of water. She ignored

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